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The Bottle

Never accept drinks from a stranger.

It started with a light headed, spinning, almost agreeable, dancing sensation in greens and yellows, but rapidly gave way to a gut wrenching, nausea that gripped and tortured my belly. Instinctively, I bent over.

A sharp, deep pain forced me erect and although his face was masked by a hoodie, I knew it was him.

The hilt of the knife gleamed under the glaring spotlights of the bar. I couldn’t see the blade, but I felt where it had penetrated. He grunted, twisted the blade and pulled it out a few inches before ramming it back in.